Aquarius

On the eleventh night I saw passion in its purest form

For of the eleventh night she alleviated the sand’s zealous fire

With the embers of a desert’s flame

While manifesting in time her awaited essence

Leaving me paralyzed to the sparks that dwindled

Underneath the inferno which brimmed from the scorching sun

A devout spirit to luster within an afterglow of my own frantic lust

She was the oasis to ale this fever torturing a torched lonesome soul

Thereby a bit of water on the eleventh night

From the eleventh star as I slept within her bosom

Allowing Intensity to strike with a blazing deluge of energy

That I thought I had lost to this unforgiving Sahara,

Therefore in a swift moment I came to adored her

As she was Sanskrit inscribed among this land as Aquarius

An illusion of death held for eleven days

Until she poured a life sustaining nectar upon my brow  

Who was this princess baptizing men in this barren dried up sea

Cleansing them of a scalding, blistering fury

I wish, I wish I could tell you myself

Although upon the twelfth morning she left; carrying my love for her as a payment

Thus all that really became of her sacred waters

Was a search for a wasteland hot enough to evaporate these sacred tears

My survival alone only a gift to commit sacrilege how could this ever come to be...

Eleven days will I cry out of passion for her

For eleven days will I bury my sorrows in these shifting sands

Perhaps then,

When I am weary will see her again

Delusional, one can walk treading in this heat I know

Yet, As I journey away from this sanctuary in which we laid  

And as my sanity is recalled my memories tend to say

I have done this all too many times  

Furthermore, I have seen her image before

My salvation, I feel as if you and I have an unspoken lore

~ Paradise Poet ~